My mother

I got a tattoo.

Memory, truth, emotional experience, and the unconscious. WTF?

My mother left me, and I can’t stop remembering it.

Another part of my mother’s abandonment of me, of my loss of safety.

Fumbling our way forward, Charlotte and I….

Living in fear of the past….

My crazy experience of loss and fear.

Playing on the knife’s edge between safety and danger is where the fun is.

Remembering my mother.

I have a complicated relationship to having my back scratched.